#62 - two poems - my corona and eventually the house goes too

2.3.20

62

two poems

(from fires)

after a half a summer of rain

such is the hour

lush pasturing

all wings seen 

I love the clock vanishing

with everything-to-do

eventually the house goes too

in the screen of green

in leaf, in bud

in flower

my corona

penultimatum

a dead cat bounce

a further fall

the fool’s authority ignored

and down we go

don’t breathe on me

this is what came from business as usual

a new name no one remembers yet

COVID

operation

calling all co-morbidities

unusual creatures caged up together

piled until a new disease

how wet is your market today?

down and down

sneeze and spray

and borne on wings above it

far

budgets, contingency

close the world down for this

a glory crowning spreads

as if around this star

and beery fever

burn everything they’ve touched

burn them

nothing to worry till rapture

in the presidential vice

fake truth

like fact for science

perhaps we’re fucked

still here’s little friend

smaller than seeing

big sickle

grim reap

endemic forever

wash hands until gone

stay in the bottle

and sleep